you
always knew they were fools, you
always knew they hadn't a clue, they
didn't get you, couldn't grasp

how they could never really own you
hold you, be with you. That you
would fall in love someday and it would be
real THAT would be real
for sure
forever. Really.

Are you there yet? Happy yet? You
can never really be happy never
really be happy unless
heart-wrenchingly miserable,
hurling-yourself-against-an-unyielding-wall miserable, never
happy unless it hurts.